"Why are you sighing?"
The blonde young lady suddenly asked Shade, leaving him at a loss since he had thought he only needed to serve as background scenery.
"Because... it's my habit. Whenever I encounter a melancholy story, I have to sigh to set the mood."
Siris Grand La Ses wanted to laugh, but felt that it would be inappropriate.
"Now that I know the answer, I have no other thoughts."
She also looked at Shade.
"From the look of you, it seems you wanted me to hold you while you cried?"
"No, no, no. Last time you held me while I cried in the church until one in the morning was more than enough."
The young woman really did smile at that moment, though Shade was not sure whether it had merely been his imagination. Siris walked over to him, and after signaling Shade, he reached out and hugged her. But she quickly pulled free again.
The blonde young lady sighed again. Her heart was not as calm as she had claimed.
"No matter what, knowing Father's final thoughts is enough. I'm still unhappy that he left without saying goodbye, but at least I know the reason, and it was a noble one. My father was a great man as well. He said that I could choose my own life... I understand now."
She had figured it out. You probably did not need to worry that she would choose self-sacrifice.
"She" whispered softly in Shade's ear, and Shade saw it as well, relaxing slightly.
He bent down and picked up the mirror. Though the mirror itself was intact, it could no longer serve any purpose.
"Take this. Once we bury Mr. Lathers, it will be his final keepsake. Keeping it will at least give you something to remember him